Simmering Love

I am trembling, in my deepest, untold story

I have a simmering love, to be touched, to be told

It can only be written, it can not be felt, let my fingers touch

Your back, and you may touch mine, as we feel the skin

Our melting butter, the steamy shower, I can feel the heat

Take my hand, and I will wash your chest, and you shall wash mine

Let my naked soul inspire yours, and we pleasure over, and over

In the simmering love, the rapid hearts, the warming thighs

I simmer, in a hot tub of red rose buds and white wine